Saints and Angels
I still believe we can expect the best
(Expect the worst, and yet deny despair);
I still delight in gazing at your hair
(And other things – ho, there's a hornet's nest!);
The sun, behind you in the distant west
(And much obscured by the bright smile you wear),
Grants you a crisp halo, in the sharp air
(Are you a saint? Is this another test?).
We should be happy, if you are a saint
(We are both saints), and if the setting sun,
No brighter than a bit of yellow paint
(Mixed in a jam jar, not too thick to run),
Does humbly worship you, without restraint.
(I do. You are an angel. Act like one.)
Our Hearts, part 23
(Expect the worst, and yet deny despair);
I still delight in gazing at your hair
(And other things – ho, there's a hornet's nest!);
The sun, behind you in the distant west
(And much obscured by the bright smile you wear),
Grants you a crisp halo, in the sharp air
(Are you a saint? Is this another test?).
We should be happy, if you are a saint
(We are both saints), and if the setting sun,
No brighter than a bit of yellow paint
(Mixed in a jam jar, not too thick to run),
Does humbly worship you, without restraint.
(I do. You are an angel. Act like one.)
Our Hearts, part 23
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